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Teens In Jocks I
This scene happened when I was a teacher's aid during a college class in
Hawaii. I was a Phys-Ed major, thinking I wanted to be a high school gym
teacher. I worked with a guy who did just that at a local high school on the
islands. A lot of surfers go to school out there and they're hot! This
particular guy looked like the perfect picture of a coach. Tall, blond crew
cut, hairy chested, built like a brick shithouse. He was about thirty-four
(that seemed old to me at the time), totally masculine, hot as hell. I was
just coming out then, and my cock would start getting hard every time I had a
conversation with the guy. He picked me out of a list of ten applicants.
When he interviewed me, it was at the high school and we were in his office
located high above the locker room. A large window looked out over almost
every inch of the large concrete room. There was a class of high school kids
taking showers and changing below. I stared down knowing that the one way
glass hid my expression and my gaze, so I stared openly at a couple of the
more hunky guys. I watched as they soaped themselves down, rubbing their
hands over their hot young, athletic bods. My cock started to stiffen as I
stared at one particular kid. He was obviously a leader and a real jock.
Looking a little older than his eighteen years, especially his bod which was
muscular and smooth, with a little hair on his chest and ass and a lot around
his huge cock and balls; he had an air of authority about him besides being
sexy in the extreme. You know the look. There's something ripe and
voluptuous about their bodies without being feminine or fat. I was running my
hands up and down his bod in my mind when I heard someone clear their voice
behind me. I spun around. It was the coach. He had a funny look on his
face, a slight grin. His eyes quickly went up and down my bod. I blushed,
thinking that he might be able to see my semi hard cock straining in my Levi's.
But the look passed and the interview went by without a hitch. I got the job.
I was to work with this hunky man three days a week and help him with the
football team after school two nights a week. He said it was going to be a
lot a work, but to me the prospect made my heart beat faster.
The first week was pretty uneventful, except for the last day. I was
alone in the office, there was no practice and classes were out. I was going
over the attendance lists for the week, the coach (his name was Ben) was gone
for the day. Being alone in the locker room slowly got to me. I looked out
over the room. Knowing I was alone I walked down the steps and strode along
the lines of lockers. I went to the locker of the kid I had stared at the
first day. I later found out he was quarterback on the football team, a real
popular guy. He also surfed when he had the time. I'd see him around school
in his tight Levi's and school jacket always with some hot chick with him.
Anyway, I went up to his locker and just for the hell of it yanked on the
combination lock on the locker. It opened. Slowly I swung open the metal
door. Inside was his complete gym outfit. I could smell the kid's odor, the
sweat as it poured out of the confines of the locker. I reached in and
rummaged around his raunchy gym outfit. I found his jockstrap. I took his
T-shirt. They were soiled. It looked like he never washed them. I sniffed
them. They smelled so strong my head began to spin. I thought of the hot
jock who wore them and my cock began to stiffen.
I stood alone in the empty locker room, the hot jock's raunchy jock strap
and T-shirt to my face. The smell was strong, pungent, overpowering all the
other smells of the locker room. My cock was fully hard in my tight Levi's. I
suddenly realized where I was. I couldn't let anyone catch the coache's
assistant sniffing jock straps. I went up to the office high above the locker
room. I closed the door and pulled my cock out of my straining Levi's. I
breathed the young jock's smells into my nose. I had never been so high on
sex in my life. I began to jack my 8 inch throbbing rod, when I heard a door
slam downstairs. I looked out the one way glass. It was the coach. He had
come in from running laps alone. I quickly hid the jock strap and T-shirt in
the waste paper basket, and stuffed my cock back in my jeans.
I started to sit back down at the desk to go over the attendance figures
for the week, but noticed the coach wasn't headed for the office. He went to
his locker in the corner and opened it. He was sweating like a pig. His
T-shirt clung to his body. I could see every muscle of his massive back.
When he turned his chest was outlined in such detail, I could see the
individual hairs and the outline of his nipples. I suddenly realized, the
coach didn't know I was in the office and I was hidden by the one way glass
and he was going to take a shower! My cock which had been softening, now
sprung to attention. Thinking he was alone, the coach was going to shower in
the large area, not in the shower in the office.
I watched as he pulled his sweat soaked T-shirt off. I hadn't seen him
without a shirt before. He was incredible. Tanned, with blond hairs covering
his chest and arms. He rubbed the sweat off his arms with the T-shirt. In
passing he put the shirt to his nose and breathed in. He was smelling his own
bod! I pulled the jockstrap and T-shirt out of the wastepaper basket and put
them to my nose. The image of the young smooth quarterback of the football
team in that jockstarp on my face mingled with the image of the coach as he
stripped of his gym shorts. He stood in only his jock, his ass was square and
hard and also covered with blond wiry hairs. He was built like a bull. He
walked over to the john across the locker room. I watched every step he took,
his ass flexing the pouch of his jock bulging. His back to me he pissed into
the urinal.
He rubbed his chest as he did, then his hand went to his ass and ran up
and down the crack. This man loved his body! It was as if he was putting on
a show just for me. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to burst. He
went back to the locker. I could see a spot on his jock, where his cock
leaked some piss. He stripped off his jock strap. As he did he bent over.
His ass was in full view, I could see the tangle of darker hairs where his
asshole was hidden.
He threw the sweat soaked gym outfit into the locker, slammed it shut and
turned. I saw him fully naked for the first time. His cock hung down far
below his heavy large balls, the hair on his crotch was incredibly blond
against the tan of his bod. He obviously sunbathed in the nude. There was
no tan line. As he walked to the showers, his hand went to his crotch and
cupped the masssive genitals. I breathed in the smell of the jock strap and
T-shirt. The coach soaped up his body, lovingly rubbing it, slowly savoring
it. He began on his cock and balls. I noticed the cock was even larger than
before! It slowly began to rise until it was sticking straight out from his
massive bod. He ran his huge fist along it, throwing his head back so that
the water ran down his handsome features.
I stood in the office high above the locker room watching the coach
jacking himself off in the showers below. I had the young quarterback's
jockstrap and T-shirt to my face and I was jacking off my slick and dripping
piece of meat knowing that the butch stud coach couldn't see me through the
one way glass. The steaming water ran down his massive body, every muscle was
straining as his cock grew bigger in his fist. His other hands went to his
ass. I couldn't see what he was doing, but he arched his back and I could
imagine that he was sticking a finger up his asshole! I shot my load all over
the coach's desk as below I could hear a loud grunt and saw the coach shoot
hot come into the steaming shower water. I quickly began cleaning up the
desk, trying to get my cum off the attendance papers.
I stuffed my still stiff prick back into my pants and put the sweaty jock
strap and T-shirt I had stolen from the high school athlete's locker into my
binder. As I threw the paper towels into the wastepaper basket the door of
the office opened. The coach walked in buck naked a towel thrown over his
shoulder. I spun around. Sweat was still pouring off my forehead and I must
have looked pretty wild eyed. The coach didn't bat an eye. "I didn't know
you were still here, Cam. You work too fucking hard."
I stared down at his huge cock and balls swaying between his legs, the
cock I had just seen spurt cum all over the shower floor. He wrapped the
towel around his waist and went to his desk. He picked up the papers, they
were still spotted with my cum. "What the fuck've you been doing, Cam,
drooling over the attendance records?" He put his finger to one of the cum
spots. He pulled it away. It was unmistakable what it was. He looked at me
and smiled. "You should be more careful where you shoot, stud." I was never
so humiliated in my life. But then the coach shocked me senseless. He put
the finger with the drop of cum on it in his mouth and licked it off. Still
staring at me with his intense eyes, his smile turned leacherous.
"Not bad." He glanced out the one way glass that looked out into the
locker room. "You got a pretty good view from up here, Cam." His hand idly
brushed over my books. He spotted something. I looked down. One of the
straps of the jock was sticking out of my binder. He opened it and pulled out
the raunchy strap and T-shirt. "What've we got here, Cam?"
He examined the items. There on the label in the T-shirt were the
initials of the football player. "You doing Mike's laundry now, Cam?" I
still hadn't said a word. The coach's eyes were now openly traveling up and
down my bod, paying particular attention to my crotch. I could feel my cock
which hadn't totally gone limp after my orgasm, start to stiffen again. The
coach, water still dripping from his hair and chest stepped up to me with the
jock and T-shirt still held high. "You ever notice what this fucking locker
room smells like, Cam?" I nodded. He smiled and continued. "You like the
smell, Cam." I didn't answer. Slowly he brought the jock to my face.
I could smell the aroma from the young quaterback's crotch as the coach
held the raunchy jockstrap under my nose. "You look at this jock carefully,
Cam? You see those blond pubic hairs? They're off of Mike's crotch. That
turn you on?" I still hadn't spoken a word. I only nodded. My cock was now
fully erect in my Levi's. "You see the shit stains, Cam? Open your mouth." I
opened my lips. The coach stepped even closer, I could feel the heat pouring
off his body, I could smell the soap from his hairy chest. He placed the
jockstrap to my lips. "That's where the strap touches his asshole, Cam.
Taste it. Taste it. You ever taste an asshole before?" I hadn't. I shook
my head. I could feel the material enter my mouth. As my spit moistened it
there was a bitter taste in my mouth. The aroma of sweat from the strap
coupled by the closeness and smells of the coach made me weak. I pulled away
from the strap and stepped back from the coach afraid that my knees would
buckle. "I spotted you the second I laid eyes on you, Cam. I knew we could
have a hot time this semester. I know what you want, I know what you've been
fantasizing about. You ever been with a man, Cam." I started to answer...
.....Well Coach, I really have never been with another man except in the locker
room at college. It really has been an experience, but I have never done
anything with a man before. Well, Cam I can sure fix that, and by the way,
Mike is having a Jocks party at his house tonight. I really is going to be a
big bang, all guys and no girls! Even his parents are out of town. My cock
really started to stiffin then. The coach pulled my draws done and smacked my
ass and grabbed my cock on said, "Be at 740 Bedminister Drive tonight at 7:30.
Walk around to the side of the house, knock on the gate three times. At that
time you will be asked for the password. The password is HOT JOCK. You will
then be admitted and strip down an check in your clothing. Then you are free
to do what you want. If you are not there, I will then consider you a closet
case." The coach then leaned down and kissed my cock, then kissed my square on
the lips. He said, "Remember Cam, tonight will be the night of your life."
The coach then took his clothes and went to the room to get changed. I picked
up my shit and left. I had gone back to my apartment and dreamed about what
the party was going to be about. I was shocked at myself never being with a
guy and then the coach finding out that I was gay, and I had no choice but to
go to the Jocks party tonight at Mikes. Mike really did have a nice 10" cock,
and a nice ass, he showed me that during the physicals when I had the pleasure
of asking everyone to drop there draws so I could check for a hernia. It was
really great! I sat there just looking at some books, and then the phone
rang. It was Mike. He also invitied my to come over for the party. I said
sure. My cock really aroused this time. I said to myself, "two hot guys want
me!"
It was 7:00 and still hard, I left my apartment, trying to hide the erection
from all the people in the hallway. I arrived at Mike's house and then Did as
told by the coach. I went into this small room and took off all my clothes,
and I was handed a jock to wear. I entered the house. All of a sudden I had
35 jocks rush up at me at once all wanting to go to bed with me. I did'nt know
what to say. Ben came along and cleared the crowd. He said "Come with me Stud,
I will show you the real cruisy spot in the house." Cam took me down the
basement stairs where Mike was DJ'ing a dance. The coach did'nt need to
introduce me. They all knew me. Soon enough, Ken had asked me to dance with
him. How could I resisit! He was 6' 2", 155# very well built and hung! Mike
played "Give Me Tonight" for us. It really wasa great swing flying around the
dance floor with him! Each time the beat would change, he would pull down my
jock a little more, and I did the same to him, then we were both dancing
neaked! It was awesome. We had danced a few songs. We had both sat down and
I was very hot. He suggested that we go jump in thepool.
All the way up the stairs, through the house, we held hands. We both dived
into the pool butt neaked and swam around. We both then jumped into the small
rubber raft, swang our arms around each other, and there, I kissed my first hot
male for 10 minutes, without stopping once! I really did enjoy myself. I then
asked him "What is a blow job?" He laughed, and said, "let's go inside in one
of the bed's for your first demo!"
I got out of the pool and we again held hands all the way in. We found a room.
I got on the bed, and he immediately said, "This is a blow job Cam!" He took
his mouth and slammed it on my dick. It felt better then my girlfriend doing
it, years ago. He had put his ass right in my face, and I decided to start
licking the hole. It was really hot! His hole was very tasty. Soon enough,
I started to shake and quiver, and I shot one hell of a load, so much I
couldn't catch it all! He then said to me "I'm going to show you how to give
a blow job!" I said, "I have no experience!" No problem. He grabbed a
dildo. "Now open wide." I opend my mouth and he very gently pushed the dildo
every so slowly in my mouth. Now close down your lips, and not your teeth. I
did that. Now, go back and forth, up and down. It really started to feel
good. After about five minutes, I said, "I'm ready." Ken laid on the bed with
his dick up in the air, and I laid on top of him with my asshole in his face.
He then tounged my asshole, as I took all of his ram rood down my thorat. Soon
you could here the sounds of moaning and pleasure. He soon shot, and I got
every bit of that great cum form him. After we were done, we kissed and
hugged. Soon, it was time to leave, the Coach walked in and said, "Cam, about
being with another man how did you like it?" I started to say, then he stopped
me and said, "Wait for the locker room oragie tommorow night.........."
I kissed Ken over and over and ran my hands all over his body. He said "Next,
I'll teach you how to take a dick up you ass, babe."